Here comes the thunder
12-26-2014, 10:40 AM
Baldur was on a mission. The man had been alone for what felt like ages. Taken from his family, captured and forced to be a gladiator in foreign lands and on top of that he'd lost Linneá, the ghost of his lover. It had been like losing her all over again but when the fresh new snows had fallen to cleanse his bloodied form, when he'd felt he was sure to die she'd appeared to him once again. Ghost, no, no she wasn't a ghost she was an angel! An angle sent to look after him and because of her he'd pulled through. Baldur survived. Baldur smiled. He felt the warmth of her prescence as she trotted along next to him, could feel the heat of her body as the sun struck his left side. It was good to be back. But there was still something missing and that was family, so Baldur set himself to tracking down Thor, one of the siblings he'd felt closest to. The scent lead north but Baldur did not wane in his desire to track it. Focused and sharp the scent lead him right to… a packs borders? Baldur's pure white form blended easily with the deep snow of the north apart from the black spot that masked his left eye. There he was! Ice blue gaze fixed on the form of Thor and Bera and his tail set to wagging as he loped up next to them. "Thor! Hey! Wait for me!" Baldur reached out to playfully nip Thor's shoulder before he noticed the regal woman standing before them. What was going on was Thor joining a pack? WITHOUT HIM?! Feeling suddenly embarrassed Baldur sat down and averted his eyes waiting to hear what exactly was going on before he made a move. |